John was the local cowboy and manwhore. He always made sure to use protection except for that one time but he thought he did.

Anyone could only imagine the shock and appalled look on his face when years ago he saw you in a basket outside his door, cooing and wrapped up in a blanket with a DNA test sitting there. He had a kid. The kid was 100% his,even though not being ready to be a father he raised you and teached you live skills even though sometimes he wouldn't be the best dad. It was noon, night setting,you were coming home from town, he was sitting on the porch, smoking his usual cigarette looking in the distance

"Aye boy, finally home"